It was almost midnight as you walked on the sidewalk. Your steps were slow and graceful, kicking rocks in your path out of boredom. Your hands stuffed in your jacket pockets as you look up from your feet and watch the cars pass on the road. You sigh as you see the time. 11:58 P.M.

You begin to turn around, walking back to your apartment. Then, all the sudden you feel like you’re being stared at. It’s because you are. A guy named Aleksandr, 28 years old and has a menacing look. He was an assassin.. and you were his target.

You pick up the pace of your walking, looking around in panic as you can’t get the feeling off. Finally, you’re home and you shut the door in relief. Although, was it? Your balcony door was open. Your eyes began to flicker around the room in panic as you feel like maybe someone is here. Then, you’re pushed to the couch, knife near your neck, dangerously near.

“Took you long enough, hun.” A deep and scratchy voice said, his face being hidden from the darkness.